Starting from Scratch Ep. 022: YOOHOO OVERHEAR

Piper Cherry, in her daily wanderings subjected herself to overseeing classroom participations, just to understand the bonding techniques each Teacher had with their students. Starting with History Teacher Dewey Knowles class in session, she stood in his doorway just to witness his approach. Long before he noticed her he divulged a personality that caught her off guard. He was really charming in a goofball kind of way. Dewey led his class participation with a vibrant charm that kept his students locked in on his every word, every movement, using TV and movie scenarios to attract attention to himself and thus force his students to remember things more easily. History was fun. Well, unless your history was bad.

"So the South was more than just your every day version of Gone With the Wind kiddies." Dewey explained, "War, violence..."

"Cotton." A boy laughed as a few of his African American students sneered at him for bad taste.

"Put that cotton in your ears." Dewey frowned pointing with one hand and directing his other toward the rest of the class, "Better yet cotton...mouth." The kids laughed hysterically. "Where was I?" He moved a wrist to his forehead, "Ah, yes! North versus South...blue and the grey battling it out for the freedom of slaves and the entire country. Robert E. Lee...General Robert E. Lee to be precise, surrendered to General Ulysses S. Grant at the Battle of Appomattox Court House in 1865."

Mesmerized by Dewey's performance, including his out there swagger, she stepped in closer allowing his students to spot her. Bad move for Dewey, now his class was consumed by the bombshell Counsellor's leggy beauty. Pausing in his theatrics Dewey Knowles followed their gaze and noted her looking at him with sparkling eyes.

"Don't mind me Soldier. Back to the battlefield." She motioned, arms folded fingers pointing at his audience, "I'm just a movie critic." She hears a boy cough into his hand saying, "Porn." She winked his way just for giggles.

"Look it's Starlett O'Hara herself." He mused throwing his hand out as if calling her to him, "A cotillion is born." Sweeping toward her as if Fred Astaire, Dewey snatched her to him making her squeal as he forces her into a waltz. Dancing was Piper's jam so she went with it. In awe, his class caught spinning glimpses of her bare butt cheeks in action. Unable to hold her skirt in check due to his direction, and dominion over her arms she had no choice in their gawking.

"Oh FRET FRET! You dance divinely." She giggled trying out her inner Southern Belle. While born in Atlanta herself, she really didn't maintain much accent unless she tried.

"Such beauty . Such poise. Such..." Her breasts in his face as he pulls her closer a strap slips from her shoulder, "...a Union." She tilted her head to face the class and rolled her eyes as if mocking him, nodding playfully at his bearded face lowering to gaze at her bulging battle at Champion's Hill, twin peaks were jiggling in step. Another sweeping spin in step, her opposite shoulder strap flew over her bicep, now the real danger was set in motion. Students were hanging on the edges of their seats hoping her cleavage might pop further out than was already exposed.

Each dance step was more extravagant than the last. Deciding to dip her backwards, she facing the class with her left leg kicked upward, skirt rising as if a confederate flag, she allowed the entire class to witness her Gettysburg Undress. No panties they saw snatch. Not by choice mind you, but Piper Cherry loved a good Virginia Reel. Maybe it should have been called a Vagina Reveal instead. Either way the South was rising again. North won regardless. Erections were flying high, she could almost hear the trumpets.

Ending their dance Piper held a hand to her chest panting, tongue out at the unexpected exertion. Gallantly bowing before her Dewey gave her credit. A well practiced curtsy she leaned forward slightly and her dress cleavage slipped to just above her areolas. Luckily she spotted their fancy and plucked up her dress straps and guided them back into place. Saved by the Belle!

"Thank you Kind Sir." She reached over and palmed Dewey's bushy beard then pulled on it giggling, "Jeb Stuart everybody." She clapped after releasing his facial hair.

"She knows her History." Dewey grinned, "I'm quite impressed Miss Cherry."

"So are we." A few students chuckled. The Senior class couldn't agree more.

"She makes the Deep South worth hearing about." Another snickered.

"Macon me wanna see more." A girl giggled. A boy beside her slapping his desk with a BEBUMP BUMP. It was a good day in History.

"HA! Macon Georgia. Good one Cailee." Dewey grinned. "What brings the beautiful Counsellor Cherry to my neck of the woods."

"Woody's!" Another ridiculed the situation.

"Curious to see how the faculty and students relate." She shrugged, "Being new here I'm just admiring the talents of others. I love how you bring theater to your classroom."

"Did they do the Lambada during the Civil War?" The jokes kept coming.

"Lapbada maybe." A girl stood up and began dancing for the class. Cheers filling the room she made her way toward Piper and coaxed her into a forbidden array of moves. Dewey didn't have the heart to tell them to stop. That is until a loud knock on the door ended the ladies temptation of shaking booties.

"Studying Latin are we?" Principal Carl Manley scowled as Piper let out a shrill Latin rattle of her throat vocals as if a Spanish cheer. Dancing her way to Carl she saw him holding something that halted her performance immediately.

"MY HEELS!!!!" She swiped them showing them off to Dewey's students before attempting to put them on, stopping short of actually slipping into them. "I loaned them to Carl earlier. He looked sooo cute in them. " The class roared with laughter.

"Really?" Carl grumbled aloud.

"Smile Carlos. Learning should be fun for the students. Dewey is a wonderful teacher, we were just cutting the rug and it got away from us. Right Dewme? I mean Dewey." The students were kicking in their seats, hands pounding on their desks.

"She is a good dancer Boss." Dewey grinned, "Scarlett just brought down the house."

"Tara even." The girl who was dancing spoke up.

"Got that Rhett...right." Piper snickered.

"Alright! Alright!" Carl used his hands to slow her momentum, "A word Counsellor?"

"Let me put my shoes on." She bends over sitting them on the floor her skirt hiking in back, offering a definite Georgia Peach for Dewey and the class. Dewey realizing she wasn't wearing panties as she had been in the teacher's lounge earlier in the day bulged his eyes. His students clearly seeing her went dead silent out of awe. Heels on, she stood up straight and looked over her shoulder at the classroom. "Let me know when Dewey gets to World Wars. I love hearing about the Battle of the Bulge." She pushed Carl out the doorway and left Dewey to his antics. Bell ringing he had no time to continue.

"Savannahed by the belle." Was all he had to say.

Walking along with Carl students flooded the hallways as she clattered her heels to keep in pace with him. "I'm glad you brought me my heels. I was getting tired of bare feet on cold tile." He was quiet suddenly and she picked up on it fast, "Did I lose my job already?"

"What? No. It's going to take more than dancing in Dewey's class to reach that goal. I was just thinking about your approach. The students really seem to like you."

"It's because I'm easy. Going!" She chuckled, "Easy to talk to as well. Just ask Megan and Dirk I helped them earlier." She just wasn't relating as to how.

"Easy on the eyes too. That dress..." He frowns.

"Is not going anywhere. Unlike my heels you held captive."

"I didn't know they were still in the office when I locked you out. I only noticed them because I saw a wet spot next to your desk."

"Oh, that!" She gnashed her teeth, "Dirk spilled his bottled water." He merely shrugged, it was possible. If the boy had even had a bottled water.

"Anyway! I soaked it up with paper towels. That's how I found your shoes." She grit her teeth again, knowing Carl had cleaned up Megan's gusher, gross as that might be. "I'll admit I noticed way before lunch, I just wanted you to suffer."

"Meanie! I didn't suffer one bit. It actually made me feel right at home. Thank you by the way."

"For what bringing you your shoes?"

"No. For letting me be me. I guarantee you're going to see a big change in your students. All it takes is bonding with them better. Dewey back there has the right idea. Have you noticed how his classes love him?"

"They do. That's why I allow him do his thing. If it gets results and the kids learn something I'm all for it." He relates as students all around their stroll enjoy Piper Cherry's revealing attire, long muscular legs, and tight ass swaying with every step she took. People were literally running into one another blindly to capture a glance at her. Fights were even inventing themselves over their clumsy lapses in where they were walking. Par for the course at Horton-Dexter. Push always came to shove. Shove often to push.

"Which is why I need you to help me create a more carefree environment. Being too strict with them only makes them act out. If we offer a bit more freedom in their everyday routine there would be less troubled students and more concern for their classmates."

"Such as your dress code recommendation?"

"You know the students will love you forever Carl."

"I don't need love, I need respect and less headache. I told you I'd agree to every Wednesday. If lifting the dress code one day a week will keep them happy it's worth a try. Until I overhear the school board out ruling my authority I'll keep allowing it. Speaking of which, I need to stop by Josie's class and talk to her about Dakota. Did you notice her shirt unbuttoned earlier?"

"What? Noooo! Dakota?" She smirked, "Yes I did. I also noticed you let her go without telling her to button up. May I ask why?"

"Josie and I go way back. Her girls are like family."

"Way back as in? Did you sleep with her?" She opens her mouth in awe then razzes him with a brush to his toughened bicep. "Just kidding."

"Could have. I'm happily hitched though. When I first became Principal we just found solid ground as friends. She gave my boy Jesse private tutoring one summer when he was struggling. I've been kind of beholden to her since. His grades shot way up."

"Yet he drives for Grub Hub."

"Yeah, gotta say he's never shared the same enthusiasm for my military background. His mother won't let me push him like I did my troops back in the day."

"So the wife wears the combat boots?"

He winces toward her then chuckles, "I call her Puss in Boots."

"Awww! That's awesome Carl. Oh! Roger Dundee is going to take Detention from me today, I'll resume that duty tomorrow. Which also conflicts with taking over Cheerleading from Ruth."

"I heard she gave you her whistle. That's good. She can barely walk let alone do cartwheels. You taking on responsibility like you are is noble. If you're looking for brownie points right from the start you just earned them."

"Awww! Compliments will get you everywhere."

"My turn to say...by the way."

"Okay! Shoot!"

"No more dips in the fountain or I'll be wishing you well."

"You saw that?"

"Not first hand. I got ears though."

"We didn't have lunch money so we were raiding the well." She razzed him, "It's just what I've been saying about bonding with the students, teachers included. Did you hear Mimi Alexander joined me in the fountain?"

"Nope! Just heard Josie's name. Mimi did that?" He seemed shocked. "That's like throwing one of her cats in the water. Couldn't have gone in easy."

"She did have a panic attack, but she's better now. I'm working on her self esteem. I love all these cat referrals, puss in boots, cat lady, Pussycat is my nickname for Josie. Rawwwoool!" She claws at him playfully as students pant.

"She needs some friends that's for certain. You surprise me Cherry. Making your rounds counselling at every turn. Try your hand at getting Dakota McKellen to button up without my being forced to do it."

"Nope! You need to let her realize on her own that what she's doing has consequences." Not that Piper had any intention of dissuading the girl from adulthood.

"Other girls are seeing this Piper. Today is Monday, not Wednesday. Not that Wednesday should offer that much skin. I saw..." He nearly made a cupping motion over his pecs, "...yeah those. If I can see them others can. I'm just being protective without humiliating her in front of other students."

"You did the right thing Carl."

"If I let Dakota get away with showing that much, the other girls are going to think they can get away with it. Not only that but the boys are going to...I don't even want to think about that." He pauses, hands in his pockets then looks down at Piper's skirt, "How is your hemline putting up any better of an example?"

"Not changing." She fidgets with a look of defiance.

"Did I tell you to?"

"No, I just presumed that was your way of leading up to it. I'll quit first."

"No need for ultimatums. Just...try not to bend over."

"Too late for that." She stuck her tongue out. He realized then that she had when putting her heels on in Dewey's classroom.

"So that's what shut them up."

"You Sir need to relax. Want a massage?" She winks. Boys overhearing her raise their hands as if volunteering to take Carl's place. She knew it and shared a smirk with them. As soon as Carl looks beyond her toward his office she mouthed, "Maybe." in their direction. Guys were pumping their fists at her sneakiness.

"I'll pass." Carl sighed, "You figure out your cheerleading, detention dilemma."

"Already have. I've invited the girls to my home in the evening as a trial basis. It's all I could think of short notice. I hope that's alright?"

"It's never smart letting students know where you live. No offense, but especially you."

"Why single me out?"

Clearing his throat he looks at her from head to toe, "That's why."

"Did you just check me out...again?" She giggled. "I'll be fine Carl. My nephew Mace is staying with me. Josie lives right next door, and I have a vicious big baby named Rotten, a 200 pound Rottweiler."

"Alright! Your call Counsellor. Just don't say I didn't warn you. Day's almost over I'm heading back to the office and finish up what I need to. Joining me?"

"Only in a hot tub. I need to go thank Roger for covering for me before I head home. See you tomorrow?"

"Never miss a day."

"For the record?" She hesitates before letting him step away. "How did you really hear about the fountain?"

"Overheard a few of the football team calling plays in a hallway huddle after lunch. Looking at video."

"Video? Yikes! Did you...apprehend their cellphones?"

"Naaa! To be honest I've already seen your assets."

"Oh?"

"My son took those selfies with you remember?"

"Oh yeah! That was fun. I think he caught my good side."

"Yeah!" He winked at her and took his leave. "All of them."

"He approves." Piper felt really good about what she was getting away with. Right or wrong she was going to be her. Noting a few more athletes leaning on their lockers watching her with interest she just stretches vividly, her ass creeping out from under its veil from one side, another cute kitty in the front. Mental catnip delivered to the Lion's den den she flicked her tongue and licked her paw. Settling down she headed toward Roger Dundee's classroom only to stop as the boys took it upon themselves to do a fan wave of, "We are not worthy."

"I'll be the judge of that." She whispered laying her chin on her shoulder as her dress strap is playfully drawn down to her upper arm. With a wiggle of her eyebrows her butt joined her dance off, certainly the Lion's shared.

Finding Roger Dundee standing at his desk gathering up quizzes from his last hour class, placing them in a leather satchel briefcase, she hugged his door threshold admiring his muscular physique. Shivering at her hormones craving this Adonis she took her heels back off and left them in the doorway in order to tiptoe up on him while his back was to her. Slithering her hands around his torso she crept her palms up over his abs to his chest, crushing her breasts against his back in the process. Without a word she sighs.

"I told you Dakota I'm not going to sleep with you. I only have eyes for Counsellor Cherry." He grinned playing along. He knew by her perfume who it was.

"Good answer." She giggled and drug her nails along his shirt front, toying with the buttons as it dawned on her, "Wait a minute. You said Dakota." It took the buttons to remind her how Dakota McKellen had left hers unbuttoned. "Are you chasing my girl?"

"I was joking." He rolled his eyes. "Want Detention back?"

"Only if you're detaining me in a broom closet, Warden Dundee."

"Tempting. How was your day?" He peeled her hands from his chest and turned around to sit on the edge of his desk. "Oh? Want these back?" He produced her panties from his pants pocket.

"I told you to keep them. Sniff away!"

"I think I've inhaled these fifty times in the last seven hours."

"Mmmm! Thank God you don't have asthma."

"Again, how was your first day?"

"Started out dull, but got really fun after. I just wanted to thank you again for taking on Detention. I just found out my new cheerleading Coach duties conflict with that responsibility too." She frowns then poses her palms out in front of her, "Not trying to get you to take on Detention more than today. Just saying I became aware of Ruth's schedule last minute. I'm having the girls come by my house to practice at 6:30 tomorrow night. Only idea I could think of to remedy my schedule."

"That's nice of you. I've heard your name being whispered all day long. Every time I heard it..." He lifts her panties to his nose and took a deep breath. She smiled sheepishly at his flirtations.

"Good whispers I hope."

"Verbally raped at every turn but sure...good I guess."

"They love me." She dramatically places her palms over her heart as if touched.

"Pretty sure it's every inch of you. I didn't get time to really say much at the lounge this morning, but I agree with them."

"Even my arm pits?" She poses jokingly. "How about behind my earlobes?"

"Keep going, I'll let you know when I find a spot I'm not fond of." He chuckles.

"My booty?" She twists and moons him.

"Over the moon."

"One small stoop for Man." She laughed and bent over for an even better moon. Standing up just as fast she turns back to face him then moves up into his orbit to palm his erection, "One giant lap for Mankind." He had a really big hard on hiding behind swollen slacks.

"Where did the school board find you?" He chuckled as she brushed her hair along his cheek.

"Not even an interview. Imagine that."

"I can imagine a lot of things about you."

"Mmmm! Plenty of time to learn, this is a school."

"Which makes me question why you're so seductive 24/7."

"Complaining?"

"Not even about your..."

"YOU FOUND A SPOT YOU DIDN'T LIKE." She dropped her jaw, "Where?"

"I'll tell you Saturday on my houseboat."

"Tease."

"Nothing compared to you. Hate to cut this short...trust me it's not easy...but...I do have a bunch of unruly pains in the asses to monitor. Thanks to you."

"Now I feel bad." She pouts. "Do you want me to take it back? I will."

"Naaa! You owe me."

"Mmmm! Save me a seat in the Teacher's lounge in the morning." She brushes his chin with a beautiful hint of, "Right here." on her face.

"Settle for right here?" He pats his lap again.

"For now. I have to get home. My nephew is staying with me. He brought my dog home from Atlanta where I moved from, I'm afraid he'll eat my homework."